Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Gates

Say Earl, get it crack a latin in this bitch
Uh, nigga, nigga, y'know,
(Y'know)
Uh, Ice Cube and up in this motherfucker
(Ice and E-40)

For that don't know
We do it like this,we do it like
(Like how?, this)

I gotta say some shit 'fore we start the
I'm sick of bitin' 40 lingo
Every time I see yo' ass you got a jingle
And you ain't wrote shit, got it my people

whole ego, is evil, negro, fo'rizzo, we go
Get the Desert Eagle, blast on your
dub, no "California Love," California slugs
From bloods, and Calfironia 'cuz

Dip ridin' little itty bitty ass wheels
In the town like you see on shoppin' carts
If I ain't ridin' mustard or mayonnaise [unverified]
And bowed toes, low on horse
Then, I'm bluffin', I'm less than nothin', a dude

Constantly fartin', but I'm supposed to be, shittin' on fools
Peep, Ice Cube and E-40 a track together
That's heat, players it get no better than this pimpin'
That's heat two of the most and Godzilla ass niggaz
To ever the mic
(Touch the mic)

Behind gates, or hell, mansion or jail
it real, two niggaz from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
Was to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood mill's
gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

Now, I might talk a different language but I'm not
Got more in jail, than I do in college
I'm a cold piece of [unverified] slide through the
And come back every minutes in a different car

On the strength of flamboastin'
burners
(Burners)
Finger on my thumper in this concrete
(Thumper)
Never know when you just have to, put a head on flat

Our status, is penthouses, yo' ass, is rent
We got, ten houses, can't even, ours
We go, invent ours, in about, ten
Comin' with that mob ass shit, a hit bitch

Broke bitch, turn a rich bitch
Every trick bitch be a legit bitch
We got big ol', big gates
We got big ol', big gold, plates
(Who is it?)

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
Keepin' it real, two niggaz from the hood mill's
Behind gates, or hell, mansion or jail
Was to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

Let me tell you, broke niggaz offend me
Evidently, yo' Bentley musta "rent me"
I see you rollin', stolen, L.A.P.D.
Is actin' just like me, they believe what they see

Pull you over, it's over, nigga, be sober
Rollin' through this fool nice to know ya
Fakin' like you got the bacon, that tickin' ass Rolex
A nigga blast 'til the soul

My grew up tearin' projects, players shootin' craps pimpin'
side bets, hair full of naps pimpin'
Bunch of ruffnecks, the old tracks mayne
Money cars sex, servin'

White girl, wedding dress, in the dope
Block cleaners, poppin' out of my Excursion truck
With heaters, poppin' at all of my enemies duck
Even though I'm makin' I'm still stuck

Behind gates, or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
Was destined to have pimpin', be about your mail

gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz the hood makin' mill's
gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about your